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Even If You Don't Come Back

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Aunque No Vuelvas Más

De lejos no pareces, lo que de cerca eres
Hay días que amanezco, flotando entre tus redes
Te invitaré a nadar al fondo de este mar

Y aunque no vuelvas más
Yo estaré
Y aunque no vuelvas más
Yo estaré

Heridas que no duelen
Heridas que no sangran
Hay tardes que prefiero
Morir de pena que morir de ganas

Te invitaré a nadar al fondo de este mar
Y si no vienes voy a tener que obligarte

Y aunque no vuelvas más
Yo estaré
Y aunque no vuelvas más

Siempre ha sido igual
De tanto que buscaste puede ser que no exista mas
Siempre fuiste así no creas que si sigues
Vas a cambiar nuestro final

Te invitaré a nadar al fondo de este mar
Y si no vienes voy a tener que obligarte

Y aunque no vuelvas más
Yo estaré
Y aunque no vuelvas más
Y aunque no vuelvas más
Yo estaré
Y aunque no vuelvas más
Y aunque no
Y aunque no

...
Un saludo a mi hermana en viena
Un saludo de amor
Donde quedan las balas viejas
Y donde es que duermo yo?

Even If You Don't Come Back

From afar you don't seem like what you are up close
There are days I wake up, floating in your nets
I'll invite you to swim to the bottom of this sea

And even if you don't come back
I'll be here
And even if you don't come back
I'll be here

Wounds that don't hurt
Wounds that don't bleed
There are afternoons I prefer
To die of sorrow than to die of desire

I'll invite you to swim to the bottom of this sea
And if you don't come, I'll have to force you

And even if you don't come back
I'll be here
And even if you don't come back

It's always been the same
After searching so much, it may be that there's nothing left
You've always been like that, don't think that if you continue
You'll change our ending

I'll invite you to swim to the bottom of this sea
And if you don't come, I'll have to force you

And even if you don't come back
I'll be here
And even if you don't come back
And even if you don't come back
I'll be here
And even if you don't come back
And even if you don't
And even if you don't

...
Greetings to my sister in Vienna
A greeting of love
Where are the old bullets
And where is it that I sleep?

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